Moonsong Glacier in the light of the sun

For @Fallen Sun, but All Welcome!

After returning from Moontide, the panther felt bereft. Tired.

Lonely.

He howled to let the others know that he had returned in good time, and then trudged deeper into the territory on heavy paws. The foothills have never given him such trouble as they did today, with his flank still sore and stinging. He was tempted to feel irritated by this, but his weariness of the situation was too great.

He turned his mind instead to finding company, traveling at a slow clip through weak morning sunlight.